Crape Myrtle Peak.

The wind and snow in the wax moon, even if the winter sun is soft, there is no sign of melting, and the air is filled with a cold air that seeps into the bones.

Maybe it is difficult to have any traces, this ancient peak that was prosperous in the past, and the everlasting lamp was not extinguished day and night, it was even colder than the old forest in the mountains and fields of Xuantian Dao, and when he came to the crape myrtle palace, Wang Qingyuan smelled a strong aroma of wine.

Walking into the palace gate, he saw Qingliu and Qingyu sitting in front of the Ziwei Hall without any manners, a bonfire was blazing, and a golden wild boar was set on it, in addition, there was also a half-grown young man, a cyan silk robe, wasn't it Tai Afeng's quiet desire.

The three of them pushed the glasses, their faces were red, and there were already a few empty wine jars around them.

"Brother Jingyu, don't worry, what is on our senior brothers, the little goods on Qingyuan's body will be kept for you to dig out. ”

Qingliu had a big tongue, and the scabbard behind him was empty, Wang Qingyuan looked carefully, and only then did he realize that the treasure sword was being roasted on the bonfire.

"Haha, little brother Jingyu, you don't know, I mean yes, as a senior brother, you must let him pass on your knife skills, otherwise you will twist his head into the crotch of his pants, uh-huh!"

The fat man Qingyu burped, hooked shoulders with the young man, and touched his chest embarrassedly with one hand.

The young man had just turned fourteen years old at the end of the year, and he had just practiced, and he was already drinking high at this time, he also patted his chest when he saw this, took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and shouted: "Brother Qingyu is not polite, there is no middle-grade Yuanqi Pill, it is absolutely not troublesome to get a few bottles of the next grade, there are still seven or eight Kaitian Pills here, the younger brother helped the two eldest brothers build a foundation and win, and they will succeed!"

"Well said, well said!"

Qingyu smiled, and stuffed all these bottles and cans into his arms, and after a few days, his belly was bigger, and he added a bunch of bottles and cans, not to mention the pregnancy in October, there are always six or seven months.

The fat man felt a chill in his back, his spine was numb, and his drunkenness suddenly decreased by three points, and when he turned around, he saw Wang Qingyuan standing behind him with a black face, and his gaze seemed to penetrate him inside and out.

"Qingyuan! But I'm worried to death!"

The fat man's eyes froze, and he immediately howled and shouted, and rushed towards Wang Qingyuan.

A slap slapped him a few times, Wang Qingyuan wiped the greasy on his hand, and looked at Qingliu, and the young Taoist priest who was still with a big tongue seemed to have been asleep for a long time at this time, snoring and shaking the sky, and did not react to Wang Qingyuan's gaze.

When the fat man looked at it, the corners of his mouth twitched with anger, but after Wang Qingyuan's eyes turned around, he licked a face and came up, held a pot of wine, rubbed his hands and said: "It's cold, it's cold, let's drink a few sips to warm up." ”

Wang Qingyuan looked at him fixedly, the fat man became more embarrassed, but he didn't expect that the next moment, Wang Qingyuan laughed loudly, laughing so much that his waist was bent and tears flowed down.

This night, it is destined to kill a lot of wine worms.

The morning sun was rising, under the sun, there were still a few wisps of green smoke from the extinguished bonfire, Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes, shook his somewhat drowsy head, and then looked around him, there were fifty or sixty empty wine jugs and jars densely packed around.

"Xuantian Gong" is running, it seems that even the qi and blood are filled with a strong smell of wine, Wang Qingyuan got up, took a deep breath, and suddenly emitted a thick white mist on his body, the fragrance of wine was overflowing, and under the morning sun, it seemed to be floating in the clouds and mist, and he was a little stunned to see the Qingliu who had just woken up.

Then, Wang Qingyuan began to practice knives, the blue iron long knife weighing one hundred and six catties was as light as nothing in his hand, he swung the knife to cut the rising sun, and the knife fell silently, as if every knife was cut in the gap between the air and the sun.

Qingliu's eyes were bright, this was the first time to see Wang Qingyuan practice knives, in the past, they were all practicing separately, and no one said anything, but today Wang Qingyuan was so casual, he understood that this junior brother, who was about to turn sixteen, had made great progress in knife skills.

Not long after, the fat man also woke up, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reached out to shake the unconscious teenager on the side awake.

Facing the sun, he wanted to squint, and after seeing the upright figure practicing his sword in the morning sun, he jumped up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he was excited.

Wang Qingyuan practiced knives very seriously and meticulously, "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is very compatible with his temperament, and he also practiced extremely easily.

Practicing the sword in the morning sun, no matter how bright the sun is, he has been able to keep his eyes on it, and the majestic and vast sword realm gradually seeped into the depths of his soul.

Perhaps because he had just inherited that magical power, his steps moved, and the back of the black-clothed shoes always appeared in his mind from time to time, an old man with white hair and vicissitudes, stepping on the turbulent blue waves, with hundreds of millions of people behind him, and a sea of blood in front of him.

Qingliu frowned slightly, a little surprised, between the ups and downs of Wang Qingyuan's sword technique at this time, there was a little more tragic, and that step was a little more indescribable change and condensation than he had seen before.

He knew that this junior disciple had an extraordinary understanding, and maybe he had some kind of comprehension, thinking that such a tragic aura was killed in the demonic mist of the Moon Mountain Range.

The young man's quiet desire is intoxicated, this is the sword technique he wants, such as his Tai A Feng, although there are also many swordsmanship, and there is a top "Tai A Wuding Sword", but it is always not in line with his happy mind, many tricks are restricted, rules and regulations are restricted, and even some swordsmanship practice has a special time, before practicing to bathe and meditate, in the quiet room or remote and secluded place on sandalwood, reciting the Taoist scriptures or allusions that specifically comprehend the sword realm, a series of steps down, half a day only practiced two or three times.

After a while, Qingliu also began to practice the sword, the long sword that was used as a grill last night was not greasy at all, and the ink-colored sword body was not shiny, but the sword movement gave birth to a strange whining sound, and it obviously had a lot of weight.

Qingliu's sword was very fast, the sword body was not visible, and only the shadow of the sword was seen in the air, and the air was like a crack, and it was cut into irregular cracks.

Call!

Qingyu practiced palm technique, and he stepped under his feet. The secret combination is easy to count, and the momentum between the opening and closing of the palms is very large, and there is a faint thunderbolt sound, and the air is in a lump. Hit with a bang.

Jing wants to see the clear stream, and then see the clear jade, the fat man is completely different when he cultivates and when he doesn't practice, and he always has a lot of curiosity about the three people of Ziwei Peak.

Although in the eyes of Jing Desire at this time, this Ziwei Palace is really dilapidated to the extreme, which is equivalent to a ruin.

The boy didn't know that there was a kind of despair in this world that could make people grasp a little bit of hope, as long as they could see a little light. You can ignore success or failure, cause and effect, and even life and death.

grabbed a long knife he carried with him, and quietly wanted to observe Wang Qingyuan practicing the knife, and began to practice along.

However, he looked up at the increasingly blazing sun, and after only a few breaths, tears flowed down his eyes, and it was difficult to look at it directly.

At this time, he was really shocked, looking at Wang Qingyuan not far away, all the way to the sun. The eyes did not blink, and even the stillness gave birth to a bit of an illusion, and in those seemingly ordinary eyes, there seemed to be two rounds of the sun rising and falling. You can see the various states of life in the world, and the red dust is rolling.

The morning exercise did not end until the miscellaneous Taoist brought breakfast, and at the same time, there was also a letter from Qingshan Town, Yunyang County.

The letter was sent by several nurses from the Hu Mansion in Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, and the three of them looked at each other, Wang Qingyuan opened it and took a look, and it began with a few greetings from the old man of the Hu Mansion. Next, I summarized and passed on all kinds of rumors in Kyushu in Yunyang County yesterday.

There are three general news, the first one, the unavoidable Qianyuan One Qi Sect ancient person Jie Cao Yanzhi's Yuan Shen World was born in the Moon Mountains, a total of nine inheritances, the imperial court has to inherit two of them, the four young men on the Heavenly People List each have a style, Chixiao Sword Master, a generation of Tianjiao Yu Hongfei has a unique inheritance, and the last one has been inherited by a nameless scattered cultivator who has been established for a year, and has been invited by the Qianyuan One Qi Sect Qianxuan Creation to join the Qianyuan One Qi Sect and become a true disciple, ranking more than a state elder.

The second one, it is impossible to get around the Xuantian Dao, it is rumored that the true spirit of the Mochizuki Demon Emperor, who was killed by the peerless figure of the Chixiao Sword Sect, wanted to break free from the long river of time and space, and the Xuantian Dao Law Enforcement Hall Tianxuan took action to suppress it, and finally it was suspected that on the top of the golden peak of Yingtian Peak, a generation of Divine Dao Jun Donghua Dao people personally took action, and the true spirit of the Demon Emperor was shattered, and he did not know life and death.

In the last one, an elder of the Buddhist Sumeru Temple preached the Vajra Yuan God, crossed two thunderstorms in a row, and went through the true fire of the sun, shaking the world.

Someone preached?

Wang Qingyuan was slightly stunned, these three pieces of news were great news for any Kyushu monk, and as far as he was concerned, only this preaching made him a little curious, what is the Yuan Shen? How can the Tao be proven? What is the Vajra Yuan God? Why is the thunder between heaven and earth only aimed at one person? How can the true fire of the sun be refined?

A series of questions, Wang Qingyuan is ignorant, and Qingliu and the two glanced at each other, and also saw a bit of envy in each other's eyes, envy is not the adventures and opportunities of these people, nor is it the longing and sigh for the true people of the Taoist Yuanshen, but envy Wang Qingyuan's good luck, he can go deep into the Moon Mountain Range and experience all this, how many cultivators in the world, how have they ever seen such a big scene.

After reading the letter, Wang Qingyuan rubbed his hands, and the rice paper burned and became ashes.

"Little junior brother. ”

In front of Ziwei Palace, the figure of the middle-aged Taoist priest of Tai'a Feng reappeared.

This Dharma protector was like a crown of jade, and he still had a cold face, but when he saw Wang Qingyuan and the three of them again, he bowed slightly, especially his gaze, which stayed on Wang Qingyuan for a few breaths, and then said, "Not bad." ”

As a peak protector and a powerhouse in the Kyushu Void Netherworld, the middle-aged Taoist priest had obviously already received all kinds of news, and he also understood that Wang Qingyuan and the others had experienced in the Moon Mountain Range, and they were as strict as him, and they couldn't find anything wrong.

"I'll go on my own. ”

Jing wanted to put away the knife, turned his back behind him, and did not excuse himself, just walked out of Ziwei Palace without saying a word, and after a while, two figures, one large and one small, were stretched in the sun, and gradually disappeared into the thin cold mountain mist.

After the young man left, Wang Qingyuan said: "Is it worth it?"

Qingliu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "What is worth it or not, at least although this little uncle is from an extraordinary background and has a somewhat stubborn temperament, but in the end, there is a bit of innocence, my crape myrtle peak has fallen to this point, what is worth weighing, but start all over again." ”

Touching his bulging belly with some embarrassment, Qingyu muttered: "This person owes a lot of favor, and he will have to pay it back in the future." ”

"In four days, it's time to drink laba porridge. ”

Qingliu suddenly spoke, like Wang Qingyuan, his eyes were also slightly cold, the sect is not a child's play, such as Xuantian Dao, such a Taoist sect, among the disciples of the outer court, it is even stronger like a cloud, and it cannot be despised by it.

With a thought, Wang Qingyuan took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it over, Qingliu was about to refuse, but Wang Qingyuan shook his head and asked him to take it.

Suspicious in his heart, Qingliu took the white porcelain bottle, and as soon as he opened it, there was a faint fragrance coming out, which seemed to be a little fresher than the clearest air in the world.

I saw that in the white porcelain bottle, in addition to the three Kaitian Pills, there was also a shallow layer of about a hundred drops of pure white crystal medicinal juice.

Isn't that right!

As if thinking of something, Qingliu exclaimed, "Yuan Qi Liquid!"

What the!

Qingyu also widened her eyes, snatched it and looked at it twice, only then she looked at Wang Qingyuan with some grievances, and said, "God, am I born to my stepmother?"

For the fat man's resentment, Wang Qingyuan just rolled his eyes and ignored it, compared to the Kaitian Pill, the Yuan Qi liquid is more rare, and it is more refined, and there will be no residue left in the body, which is the best thing to lay the foundation for Chongguan.

After half a stick of incense, the three parted ways.

After Laba, it is the big competition of the sect, Qingliu and the two will go to the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak to comprehend the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", and Wang Qingyuan will go to Ma Ta Peak.

The last three layers of the mind of "Xuantian Gong", the place of enlightenment is also divided into three places, the eighth layer of the mind is in the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak, the ninth layer of the mind is in Ma Ta Peak, and the last tenth layer is on Ying Tian Peak.